A small town with a lot of history, and dangerous secrets. Some say parts of it are haunted, even possessed. A variety of creatures roam the small town, from fairies to shapeshifters to vampires. What lies behind closed doors and roads that dead end?

Few people occupied the restaurant, surprisingly. Being the only real restaurant in town Eliza thought it would have been busy. A few odd stares were passed her way. She smiled kindly in return, causing them to look away with guilt or embarrassment. Eliza felt a low chuckle rise in her throat. She was a little different looking she supposed. The cloak seemed to attract a lot of attention, but she didn't mind.

She glanced around the place, feeling it's charm. She liked it. As she neared the register a grumpy elf approached her. Before he cold speak she held out her hand and introduced herself. "Hello, sir. My name is Elizabeth Tanner. It is a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was soft and kind, not like most people in Mauderville. Carl was stunned to say the least. He didn't shake her hand, but grunted instead. Eliza nodded, understanding, and lowered her hand to her side.

"What can I do for you?" the elf grumbled. Eliza held eye contact with him, her smile genuine. "I would like a job application if it's not too much trouble." It seemed impossible to the people of Mauderville, but Carl's eyes brightened.

"You're hired!" He walked into the back and Eliza followed, confused. "Excuse me, sir! Are you sure you wouldn't like to interview me first?" He whipped around to face her and Eliza almost stumbled over him.

"Listen lady, this place has been backed up for I don't know how long. No one wants to work here and I've gotta tell ya, it's getting on my last nerve. So the moment I see someone wanting to work for me I'm not gonna question them. Got it?" He threw an apron up at her. She caught it, immediately liking the chalkboard green shade of the apron.

"You work from ten in the morning to midnight every day. No excuses. We close up every full moon. Too much of a risk to stay open. Start tomorrow and be here at nine." Eliza nodded and Carl disappeared in the back. She stuffed the apron in her small bag and left the restaurant with a smile on her face, lifting the hood of her cloak over her head.

Veronica stopped in front of the doors, grinning at the smell of food. She couldn't believe she let herself go this long without food. Ronnie looked around quickly, spotting an empty booth. Her heels clicked against the tile floor as she make her way to the table, sliding into the cushioned seat. She completely ignored the man a few tables down, though knowing he was there. She picked up the menu, scanning over her many choices. She looked up impatiently when no one immediately went to help her. "Excuse me?!" Veronica called out, rudely.

Logan glanced at the hours on the glass, but ingorned them. There seemed to be people inside. He shoved into the small restaurant, the bell chiming to mark his entrance. He glanced around at the patrons. Catfish hardly seemed like breakfast food, but he was absolutely famished. Apparently, he was not the only one. Crossing the space, he sunk into a booth and leaned back against the vynil.

"Great." Veronica chirped, reading over her choices quickly. "Omelet. Side off hash browns and bacon. I'll have freshly squeezed orange juice with pulp to drink. I won't except it without it." She ordered, shoving the menu towards Carl.

Logan glanced up at the man as he passed. "Woah, think you could take my order?" He tried grabbing his attention, but the man kept walking. Logan frowned, sinking deeper into the booth. He planned on getting out of the town as soon as he found his wife. Glancing around, he took in the patriotic theme. His eyes landed on the jukebox and he smirked, sliding out of the booth and crossing the room.

Veronica glanced at the man going to the jukebox, her eyes looking him over. He was attractive...and she couldn't find another word to describe him, but she knew he was scrumptious. "Play something good." She called to him with a smirk as she ignored Derik's laughs.

Logan stabbed a combination with his fingers. Ragdoll by Aerosmith erupted from the speakers. He smirked, glancing up. He saw her then, standing on the sidewalk across the street. Even from a distance, his eyes traced over the ugly bruise on her jaw. "Aria." He almost gasped, forgetting the growling in his stomach.

Eliza raised her brows at the distressed man. She had shrugged past him and walked into the charming place. Eliza went into the back, placing her things in the cubby hole. She tucked her cloak in her bag and primped her hair before putting in the green apron. She went to the front and began taking orders as Carl had instructed her, a kind and happy smile on her face as she tended to each customer.

Veronica stared at the man oddly as he bolted out the doors, and to the girl across the street. She huffed, jealous of the girl. The good ones are always taken. She though with a sign. Ronnie turned her gaze back to the kitchen area, wanting her food. Her stomach growled when she did. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the table.

"No." Veronica said with fake gratitude. She quickly pulled out her silverware, cutting up her omelet into small bites, now completely ignoring the waitress. Ronnie made a mental note not to leave a tip for the slow service.

Ronnie stuffed some of the omelet into her mouth, followed by hash brown and bacon. She took a sip of her orange juice to wash the food down, a scowl developer over her features. No pulp. Veronica glared over at the waitress. "Excuse me! My order is wrong!" She snarled, holding out her drink.

Eliza sighed. "Please excuse me," she said to the man and walked over to Veronica. She still sported a polite smile, even though Veronica was being rude. "I'm sorry about your meal. How can I fix it?" Eliza offered.

Eliza frowned at the juice the customer had "accidentally" spilled on her. "Oh, Cybele," she whispered to herself. Carl walked by at that moment, grumbling about sticky spills on his floor. Eliza gave the woman a polite smile. "That's alright, m'am. I'll go get you another glass." Eliza wiped up the spill. Her toes felt sticky from the orange juice, but she would have to deal with that later. Instead she found some oranges in the back. A little elf by the name of Glad helped her squeeze the oranges, making sure there was plenty of pulp. Eliza had filled the glass, finally, and took it to the table. "I hope that's better," she said with a tired, kind smile.

The bell above the door chimed, announcing their entrance. Aria leaned into Justin, liking the sound of their first proper date. She glanced up at him with a smile. "I can't picture you in a button down and slacks." She pressed her hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It had an almost calming effect over her.

Justin snorted, placing his hand over hers and stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. "Really?" He glanced down at her his eyes serious, lust surfacing in his blue orbs. "I can imagine you in a dress." His eyes dropped to her chest. "A slutty one at that." He smirked, kissing her cheek.

Eliza appeared then, her eyes tired. "Good afternoon! This way," she chimed, leading them to a booth. Justin smiled and followed Eliza, pulling Aria along with him.

Aria laughed at the comment, watching the lust dawn in his eyes. She should have slapped him, but she kind of liked the way his gaze lingered. "I bet you can." She pushed him playfully, pulling her hand away and following the server towards one of the booths.